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ULTRAMAGNETIC M.C.S : Smack My Bitch Up lyrics

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ULTRAMAGNETIC M.C.S lyrics : "Smack My Bitch Up"

[Kool Keith]
Ced all of 'em ain't like that
But you know what I do to the ones that are? AWW MAN!


["Smack, my (*##$ up" - scratched in the background]


[Ced Gee]
Yo I know what you mean, but uhh
Yo just like further your [?]


[Kool Keith]
Aww $#&@ it, I'm like Steve the Wildman

$#&@ the (*##$ that has no style man
I'm mega-pimp, the biggest pimp in New York
Everywhere I go, you follow wherever I walk

On Madison, I pull a ho with my gold voice
To show her my mansion, my custom Rolls Royce
I'm large, let me call up the President

Or Michael Jackson, or Frank Sinatra
With two hundred million dollars, baby I got'cha
A hot dog, now take a [email protected]&@e and a frank

And if you think I'm a fool, what the $#&@ do you think
That you thought like Nellie, with her big belly
Walkin around smellin pissy and smelly

Givin it all you got, tryin to work and jerk
Flirt berzerk, you ain't fly
Because a fly has wings, and I'll swat 'em

Urinate on 'em and warn 'em twice to step to the next man
You got that problem from your ex-man
Billy Joe, Pickle Peter and Bob

I'm not a scrambler, a pickpocket, a thief
I just max at Hunt's Point, and clock on the East
Smack my (*##$ up


["Smack, my (*##$ up" - scratched in the background]


See that's all you had to do Ced
That's all you gotta do, I'm tellin you, WORD


[Ced Gee]
So it's that easy? Yo I kinda know what you talkin about Keith
I think I do, but uhh, bust this

And sum it up with just one verse, {?} Ultra
Just listen, listen (I'm listening)


So if a (*##$ try to play me like a dum dum
All she'll get is a face full of######
Cum### sticky, wet and drippy

A face full of hickies, she'll never kiss me
Cause when you try to jerk me, you lose
I haven't got time for that so I choose

To get a quick nut, wearin a jimmy hat
Charge you a fee cause Ced Gee is a mega mack
Gamma pimpin, to (*##$es who haven't got

Know how to live when you treat 'em right from the start
So bust this, trust this, justice
If the (*##$ ain't %#@! you must get

even like me, cut her off or train her right
If you can choose, you must whip her every night
All jokes aside, Ced Gee, I'm not havin this

Got no time for games, I'd rather get
Money and money, and then more money
Ced Gee ain't no dummy, and you'll never run me

I'ma shoot the gift, cut the riff
A girl ain't legit - I'ma smack the btich


["Smack, my (*##$ up" - scratched in the background]

[Kool Keith]

Yeah, that's what you had to do, that's all you had to do man
That'll relieve a lot of the problem
You had to smack the (*##$


[Ced Gee]
[laughing] Yo baby, youse a sick brother man

That's how I feel, but you know what?
Just smackin a (*##$ up, y'know what?
Why don't you tell me some more about this

[Kool Keith]

Now let me see now, how much I got in my stash
One million, 20 million, 30 million, 40 million
Hmm, I'll never marry an $$#
$#&@ it, let's take a ride on the cruise
Go out to Puerto Rico and drink some booze

Divorcee, freaky dominant chocha
With all the spanish rice and beans from Goya
I'm chillin, like the mother$#&@in mack and
furs and diamonds, the bundles I'm packin
Swass and large, I'm comin so gigantic

Sailin across, steppin down the Atlantic
I'm mega-pimp, pushin hoes like records
Up and down, side to side, North and South
East and West, comin out fresh, like I'm oxygen
Now you see who rocks again

Time and time I gotta circle the blocks again
Pick up the (*##$ with the heavier cash flow
Stop and go, keep my bank and my stash {?}
Rhymes to move on, flowin to Hollywood
Shake up the boulevard, and then they say how you could
pull up in 8 cars, a truck and a bus

"You must be crazy man!" (Hey, you $#&@in with us?)
Goin mega-pimp, hangin out with the government
Payin my taxes, and thinkin intelligent
For the upscale, 20 billion a day
Smack my (*##$ up

["Smack, my (*##$ up" - scratched in the background]


[Ced and Keith conversate in the background too low to hear to end]

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